The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The fog did not roll in. It stood. It was a wall of grey, silent and thick, pressing against the windows of the High Hall. Inside, the air smelled of wet wool and old dust. Sir Julian stood by the hearth. The fire was low. It did not crackle. It merely hissed, a thin, reedy sound. He watched the flames die. He watched the shadows lengthen. They stretched toward him. They did not feel like...

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